Thursday, August 30, 2007

The Return of WTF Wednesday (and Prizes)

I suppose it was time for a smackdown. It was Wednesday, after all.

I had a deposition yesterday; the deponent was a young Chinese woman. I was marveling at her excellent English and marveling at my excellent steno and my even better hearing and understanding of her (excellent) English, because, you know, I am such hot shit. All throughout the depo, she talked about a restaurant at a shopping center, and the entity or store adjacent to the restaurant was The Futon Bed.

Then the attorney asked a question about the ATM. Still nothing out of the ordinary. The witness responded about the ATM at The Futon Bed, which I assumed was a store at the shopping center. Could happen.

Then what the f*ck was the attorney talking about next?

The Fulton Bank.

All those times she said (or rather, I heard) "Futon Bed," she was really saying, "Fulton Bank."

Apparently I'm not such hot shit after all.

*sigh*

--------------------------So, take a look at this.

No, not the book, although that is interesting, too. My name is in it -- you see?

Anyway, that is 7 inches (wide) of pure cashmere. Can you think of anything that would feel better than 7 inches of pure cashmere?

Okay. But other than that?

I am using Paula's "Corrugater" scarf pattern for this manly scarf. Manly, yes, but I like it too....... (Who is too young to know what I'm referring to there? Step up and raise your hand. You might win a prize.)

I am enjoying the knitting of this verra-verra much, even in the brutally hot temperatures we've been having lately. Yesterday I had some down time. I went into Bruegger's, which has delicious sandwiches (I highly recommend the Western Wheat, Available-All-Day, Breakfast Sandwich) and exceptionally virile air conditioning (some people were complaining it was cold and putting on sweaters! wimps!), and I ate my sandwich and soaked up some of that air conditioning and knitted on cashmere for an hour or so. This one thing might actually make me into a knitter once again. Imagine that.

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Speaking of scarves, are you knitting or crocheting on your red scarf? The mailing can begin any time now. We need to send a few right away so Doug doesn't worry too much that, with the excitement of the Red Scarf Fund, we've all forgotten about knitting scarves. I assured him we haven't, and that once the weather cools down a bit, we'll be knitting even more. :)

Doug reports that the Red Scarf Fund is at $4315 from over 200 donors! Way.to.go, friends!!! That is just wonderful. I feel so good about it, I'm going to give away some stitch markers. Right now.

How about we have Margene give her Suri Alpaca Laceweight to the recently delurked Pamela M. See? Delurking has its advantages.

Congratulations to all the winners and thank you again to all the donors!

Now, go have a good Thursday, and don't forget to knit or crochet red scarves and send them to the OFA starting next week, through the month of October.

If I'm not too tired tonight, I'll draw some more prizes for tomorrow. If I am too tired, I'll do it first thing Tuesday morning, following the Labor Day weekend. Stay tuned. Custom-knit socks could be in the offing. You never know.

LOL at the accent. I do transcription via MP3 and RM files and I have similar issues all the time with accents, especially Asian ones for some reason. At least the light bulb came on before you finished the manuscript so you could do a search and replace! :)

I'm definitely old enough to remember those commercials. And I quote it often, in the accent (although my Irish accent may sound more like the Lucky Charms guy). Isn't it scary that I remember more TV commercials from my youth than books I read (and I read a lot, and watched little TV)?

That's a line I use a lot, with as cheesy a rendition as possible of the female actor's abysmal fake Irish accent. Nobody under thirty (or thirty-five) has a clue what I'm talking about. Which is exactly the same thing that caused me to stop saying, hey you kids! get out of that jello tree. My students (18 to 22 year olds) thought I was completely whack.

Yes, we use the 'manly' line a lot at our house. My children just roll their eyes and put up with it. I did have to explain it once. (I'm lost at Jodi's jello tree, though, I admit.)

I think there should be prizes for being old enough to have survived this long with enough brain cells to remember "Irish Spring" soap commercials. Except it's kind of an abuse of brain cells, but what can you do? It's stuck there and it's not coming out!

Well now, 'tis an odd thing to be prattling on about the Spring in Ireland when you're in the heat wave in Vermont, but perhaps the leprechauns have gone and addled yer mind? Tis not an Irish Spring we're havin' here. Tis a bloody heat wave.
And it's clearly fried your brain if you're thinking warm scarves NOW (though even in the heat, 7" of cashmere STILL sounds delicious.
I know someone who uses Irish Spring soap to try to deter deer from devouring her lettuces in the garden.... evidently they either think it's too manly, or just don't like it.

Yes, Irish Spring. Why is it that I can remember stupid commercials but not where I put my knitting notebook??? And while we're playing Stump the Chump (NPR's Klick & Klack) anyone out there remember the Buster Brown shoe jingle? And by the way, simply adore the cashmere. Honey, I'd play around with cashmere is ANY weather!

Speaking of age gaps, at my work for some reason there are the 20 year olds and the 50 year olds (nothing in between). Yesterday someone mentioned the tv show Beauty and the Beast and it got confusing with the young'uns talking about the cartoon and the mature'uns not understanding what a talking candlestick had to do with it :)

I once was a court reporter...in Hawaii. A melting pot of dialects, asian slang and some American slang too. Ever try a deposition with someone who only speaks "pig latin"? I was with an elderly lady looking for the "feesh mark". I didn't understand her. A very nice looking local gentleman came to my aid, she was looking for the fish market.

Hee, hee, I wonder what the interest rates are like over at The Futon Bed. LOL.
That'd be, a barr of 'ol Irish Spring soap, lass. It smells of an Irish Spring on a dewy marnin', but darned if'n it don dry out yer skin. Knittin' I'm a knittin.

Oh yes I remember that commercial quite well!! But why should I be penalized for being wise in my old age?? I'm happy that I'm old enough to have seen it, but young enough to recall it!! I think there should be a prize for all of us, no??

BTW the scarf will be in the mail on Tues! Tell Doug that we have NOT forgotten!! And remind him of what happened last year. He was buried in red fiberly goodness!!

Irish Spring! Outdoor shower, bad Irish brogue!
(And yes, Jodi, I still use the Jello tree line - my kid knows it, buthas never seen the commercial)>
And who can forget the classic "and Ah
hey-yelped!" line, spoken with a true small child Southern accent! (tanslated to "and I helped".

Back in the old days, Mr. Celia was hired to do one of those Irish Spring commercials. But, sadly, it rained so much that winter that they had to choose an alternate location and an alternate actor closer to that locale. So much for his career in commercials.

Ok I had a vague tickling of the brain with the "Manly yes.. but I like it too" but the jello tree has me totally confused. Were they selling jello or trees or none of the above? Hmm time for some googling I think.

I love the scarf and am jealous that you get to play with cashmere! Have fun and hope the next deposition makes you feel like hot shit and doesn't knock you down. :)

I am sorry to say, both because it means I am old enough and because it means that the commercial has used up some of the brain cells that I have many other uses for, that I remember the commercial. It really scares me to think of the nonsense that I remember and all the good stuf that I have forgotten!

Thanks for making me not feel old. I have no idea, which compensates for having to confess to my college freshman students that I was _not_ the target of cellphone adds when I was in high school. And that I could remember when my parents got their first dishwasher.

I remember Irish Spring. And I was horrified to hear DD's middle school principal use the line, "danger, Will Robinson!" He is NOT old enough to use that line. But someone please enlighten us all about the Jello tree? And -- does anyone remember PF Flyers? I always coveted a pair.

Well seeing as how I turn 26 tomorrow I've been feeling a little older these past few days, but I'm happy or maybe just looking for a reason to say I'm still a little young :D Anyway I can't remember that saying even after reading people's comments I don't. I know it's not old to some people ( seeing as how I work with a group of ladies that are older than my mom, who are constantly saying "but your just a baby") but thanks just the same for the chance to go huh? musta' been before me :)

When I was working as an immigration lawyer, the secretary was constantly leaving messages that my client 'Pasta Alamo' called. He was a religious refugee from Africa called Pastor Alemu. Happens to everyone!